When I was 15, my dad decided to try out online dating. My dad didn’t stand a chance but he wanted to give it a go (turns out it didn’t work out as some Russian woman tried to dupe him out of money which thankfully he didn’t have to give and he wasn’t stupid enough to fall for it). Anyways, when he told me he had joined this site I thought it would be funny to also join it so I could troll him. I made a profile and of course had to put down I was 18 but in my profile I did say I was 15. I wasn’t intending to use it but I got chatting to a couple of 18 year olds, including The Captain.
The Captain was 18, local and really easy to talk to; he had piercings, black hair and was alternative so of course 15 year old me liked him immediately. We were only speaking for a couple of days when we arranged to meet up in which he brought his mate along in case I was some ‘weirdo’. We hit it off, including his mate, and eventually parted ways with him and went back to The Captains house. We talked about our love of the TV show Lost and made out. That is all we did for hours. I was so excited and infatuated by this older guy with piercings; I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t stop smiling, my little teenage heart was full of roaring passion. We met up regularly and always did the same thing, apart from going to see Snakes on a Plane three times at the cinema. This was all in the space of a month. We spoke about sex and wanted to wait till I turned 16 which was only a couple of months away. We never made it till my birthday though; he couldn’t wait a couple of months to have sex and obviously didn’t want to have sex with a 15 year old. I was absolutely gutted by this. I would do nothing but listen to songs by his favourite band and stalk his Myspace profile. Thankfully I recovered pretty quickly from this and not long after got with the guy who was my first real love. I still look back on The Captain and laugh as how ridiculous it all was but my heart still does a little flutter when I remember those long make out sessions. I also think of him whenever someone mentions ginger pubes as he was a raging orange top (dyed black hair) and he told me his pubes were also shockingly bright which at the time sent me into a fit of giggles and also made me scared as hell to look at them.
I’ve attempted to locate The Captain on social media but for the life of me can’t. I sometimes wonder if he is dead or living a happy life. He was bipolar and had many other mental health problems but never opened up to me about them. I’d love to see what he is like now and if he still dyed his hair and eyebrows
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